Lauren Rules: It's good to be Queen

An Evening of Financial Abuse

Chapter One: The Finding

Evan wasn't even looking for a Mistress when he first glimpsed Lauren's listing. He'd been reading through her Niteflirt pages, curious about the pages of phone sex operators advertising there.

He was idly stroking his cock, and already rock hard; when he glimpsed Lauren's thumbnail photo. There was something compelling about her, and that little pic and a line of text about being a financial sadist.

What was a financial sadist? He'd heard a little bit about this money slavery fetish and thought it sounded rather far fetched, I mean who would get off giving money to some woman, no matter how beautiful, just because she told him he should? That was lame he thought.

There was a picture of her in a ivory outfit surrounded by money. He had to admit, that she was beautiful-not rail thin like so many girls on this site, but with a bit of a curve. Creamy skin, and a long mane of blond hair, blue eyes looking right at the viewer holding up a fistful of bills.

There were tantalizing buttons all over the page...Evan clicked on a couple of them and they delivered pay to view emails to him. The page claimed he would be addicted to her charms causing him financial woes. Fat chance. He didn't buy any and laughed out loud at the thought.

He moved on to peek at some of the other girls pages, but couldn't get the image of Lauren out of his head. He returned to the page again, and this time read her feedback from some of her callers.

It was nearly as compelling as the site itself...guy after guy writing how they were addicted, couldn't stop paying her, how they were helplessly and blissfully trapped; mere followers.

She seemed more like an icon then a woman.

Evan moved on, but soon found himself back on her page, not even sure how he had done it. Her photo seemed to appeal to some subconscious part of her, like she was an archetype of sexual power.

Finally Evan decided to see what all the fuss was about and bought a photo set. He had to admit that not only was she hot, but that the photos featured her from angles that made him feel very submissive to her. There was something about her confident poise that made him feel weak inside.

Submissive? Not this boy, not a submissive bone in his body. That reminded him to check on work and his investments, he was a success after all--and he noted with satisfaction how much money he made on this day.

He typed in a web address for a client that began with N, normally that was all he needed to bring up this clients website up...however now the browser popped up Niteflirt, and she was there beckoning him again. He found himself browsing her page yet again.

There were several clickable buttons to play "games". He found himself wondering what that was about. One of the buttons only cost 2 dollars. No harm in finding out what that was about.

He bought it and it delivered a breathtaking captioned photo to his computer.
The caption read: I already own you! The view was looking up at her at the perspective of her shoes.

The hardness of his cock took him by surprise. He had lost his erection previously while perusing his business accounts, but the way it suddenly raged dizzied him.
She was really hot, especially looking like she was going to lower her foot on his balls like that. Why it was attractive, he couldn't quite put his finger on. The short email with the picture included a link to another photo. That one was only $5, and he wanted to see more, so he bought it. And he stroked his cock, imagining himself crawling to her on this knees, as she so skillfully described in her email.

There was of course, another link. This one cost 8 dollars. He balked a little, that seemed steep for just one picture, no matter how beautiful she was, after all there was a plethora of free porn on the net just for the taking.

He bought it. The picture of was just as hot as the rest, and she had a smirk on her face. It was captioned, "I know you are stroking your cock now". The letter explained how she was training him to want to give her money by associating it with jerking his dick. That made him laugh too...men jerk their dicks over anything and EVERYTHING.

Somehow he found himself buying the next email for $10. As he bought it, he told himself this would be the last one. He opened it and read about how he was going to become her money slave----her bills were more important than his. He opened the email to see her creamy skin and with her words ringing in his brain, almost came!

But he couldn't. He tried to stroke it more, tried to cum, but each time just as he was about to he stopped. He wanted to hear her voice, was she real or just an online scam?

He clicked her page again and put more money in his Niteflirt account, and got ready to call her...